A Little Bit of Poetry

Lights in the cat-walk
Hanging
Circuits
Up they come from below me
Pulling and pulling
Laughter from the cat-walk rings throughout
21, 22; 1, 2; 9, 10; 15, 16; etc.
Remembrance of a brilliant performance
Rope and saftey cords
More laughter


Irritation
Just friends
The End


Talking online
Fun, serious, wacky, mournful, excited conversations
Absence of emotion...what is the true emotion?
Smiley face
Logging on and off
Loss of connection
Irritation
Can't communicate without seeing a face or hearing a voice
g2g


Shut up!
Whisper, whisper, whisper...
Be quiet!
Whisper, whisper, whisper...
Smack
Oh play practice


Foam, glue gun, scissors, and frame
Three figures gluing, placing, cutting, and laughing
Foam in hair from being pelted with it
Almost done
No more foam
Laughter


Sleep
Overrated or crave it
Or both
Sleep
Sleep is good


This ends the poetry. I felt like doing a little poetry today. I don't know why. There are no rhymes. It doesn't follow any guidlines. It is just free verse. But as the last poem says:

Sleep
Sleep is good

So, good night!